Since I haven't seen this one either(!), I'm making an assumption based
on the cast of characters that Buck Latham is Monte Latham's brother (and Monte
appears to be the star of the show). The critics didn't like it, but a user
reviewed it more favorably. The bad news is first; the good news follows. Neither
article mentions Buck.
COLD FEET (R)
By Hal Hinson
Washington Post Staff Writer
May 22, 1989
If they gave a prize for chummy in-jokiness, Cold Feet, a brain-damaged
hipster Western starring Keith Carradine and Sally Kirkland, would take it.
And if you feel excluded, shut out or just plain bored, join the club. You're
not alone.
Set in the wide-open landscapes of Montana, the picture is an antiheroic genre
piece about a pack of demented cowboys and crooks who sneak a fortune in emeralds
over the Mexican border in the belly of a valuable stallion named Infidel.
(Never mind how.) The story is the shaggiest imaginable and provides little
more than an occasion for the characters to flaunt their eccentricities, and
the writers their tough-guy poetry.
The thing is, it may actually have been funny once. The script was written
some 12 years ago by novelists Tom McGuane and Jim Harrison, who worked together,
mostly by mail. Ten years later, when director Robert Dornhelm showed an interest,
McGuane brought it up to date. Maybe it was even funny on paper. The sensibility
of the material is self-consciously insouciant -- these writers have labored
hard at their anarchism. Here and there, a kinky line of dialogue will leap
out and the attitude of depraved idiosyncrasies the filmmakers had hoped for
comes clear.
But mostly, Dornhelm stages scenes that are brief elucidations on some cryptic
crony code. Watching them is like listening to Big Sky cowpokes trying to crack
each other up. Translation is what's desperately needed.
The whole point, though, is to be inaccessible, out there, shooting the hipster
curl. Carradine, who's naturally off-center, plays the square to Tom Waits'
demented beatnik fool. Kirkland is a nyphomaniacal moll dressed in electric
pastels who can't get anyone to go to bed with her. And Rip Torn is the sheriff
who arrests them (though not until he gets a pair of lizard skin cowboy boots
out of the deal first). At rock bottom, the picture wears its chic peculiarity
to disguise its ineptitude. It's a con. Even the stallion isn't a stallion.
Copyright: The Washington Post
IMDb user comments for Cold Feet (1989)
Dr. Sunshine
Ontario, Canada
Date: 27 July 1999
Summary: 80s, thy name is cheese.
This is a cheesy movie made about the time Hollywood was running out of cheesy
movies and entering the late 80s/early 90s realm of the truly horrible. You
can see the degradation here but it's still quite obviously a true child of
the 1980s.
I was flipping around on the telly when I came across this fine film. In the
scene, a man was hanging out of the passenger-side window of a pick-up truck,
traveling down a long desert road, doing sit-ups while shouting, "I'm a man!" over
and over again whilst a family, in a station wagon, drove along side the truck
looking on in slack-jawed amazement. You can't not love a scene like that.
The man turned out to be Tom Waits, who really does steal the movie.
Basically, the story is the aftermath of another zany jewel heist caper with
a number of even zanier characters. The main characters are a shifty cowboy
(Carradine), his obsessed almost-wife (Kirkland) and their unstable hit man
acquaintance (Waits). Waits' performance is over-the-top - which is really
the only way to go in a cheesy 80s comedy - and saves the movie from mediocrity.
It's a fun movie.
Laugh at the jokes, laugh at the circumstances, laugh at the movie, laugh
with the movie, laugh on the inside ... it doesn't matter. If this movie can
bring a little joy to the movie watching aspect of your life, isn't it worth
the ride?
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